This is his dissatisfaction and the biggest unhappiness with the people around him.

Even though the young master has a strange temper in recent years, he has never made a move on the people around him.

Xuanwu held the empty medicine bowl in his arms, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his lips, a little helpless and a little conniving.

He knew how difficult it would have been for the young master to drink medicine if he wasn't in the capital.

Holding the medicine bowl, Xuanwu left the study with interest.

Not long after he left, Jiang Zebei's consciousness began to dissipate, and sleepiness gradually attacked.

The room seemed to begin to distort, and Jiang Zebei's confused eyes saw that the roof of the room was torn open.

A group of soldiers in cyan armor emerged from the huge hole that was torn.

Looking at the clothes of these people, Jiang Zebei knew the identities of these people, who were defeated soldiers killed by him.

Then more and more soldiers appeared, all of them stained with blood, some of them missing arms and legs, and some of them crawling on the wall to his side.

Jiang Zebei looked at all this so lightly, without fear in his heart.

Some are just irritable, he seems to smell the blood on these people, which makes him irritable, and even sickly wants to see these people flow more blood.

Finally, these people came to his body, and the smell of blood became stronger and stronger, and he controlled not only the mania in his heart, but also the faint excitement and excitement.

Unfortunately, soon he was out of control, and his vague little emotions were extinguished.

The soldiers gathered around his bed, but they couldn't touch him, even though their eyes were full of resentment.

They stood on the edge of the couch, hanging on top of the bed, and even crooked at his side.

They spoke.

They laughed.

Their hands were raised and stretched out towards him, and their faces became distorted and ugly because they could not touch him.

Their mouths opened and closed and roared.

Jiang Zebei had a headache, and he wanted to kill all these people.

You're a lunatic!

You're a wretched ghost that no one loves!

Everyone will stay away from you!

Hahaha, poor ghost!

That little lady of yours doesn't know you're sick yet! Didn't know if you were still a madman! She'll know! She'll leave you! Definitely!

Hahahahaha......

The piercing laughter sounded in his ears, making people want to block their ears, but Jiang Zebei didn't have the slightest reaction.

His mind is full of it, and Tian Tian will leave him.

Tian Tian gave him a look of disgust.

His sweetness left him, he saw the back of the other party's departure, no, no!

Jiang Zebei's eyes changed.

It became obscure, and his eyes glowed red.

He doesn't allow, doesn't allow!!

The voice in my ears is still ringing.

Kill her! Kill her and she won't leave you! Get her! Ruined her again! She will always be yours! Let her be stained with your breath and stained with what belongs to you! Get her! Get her forever! Ate her......

Jiang Zebei listened to the chaotic voice in his ear, and actually listened to these words in his ear.

He was still thinking about it seriously.

Killed Tian Tian, got her forever, and even ate her......

Thinking of those beautiful eyes and all the gentle smiles he showed to him, Jiang Ze's eyes widened when he landed in the north.

Jiang Zebei, who was lying on the bed and sleeping unsteadily, opened his eyes instantly.

The middle coat he was wearing was already soaked with sweat.

Jiang Zebei woke up, his breathing was very unstable, his face was gloomy like black charcoal, and even a little distorted.

He looked up uncontrollably, looking up at the roof.